Jax is a great dad. It figures though considering the best kids I ever met were raised by club members. They have seen it all, living with their wild dads. They usually end up pretty level headed, or wilder than the original.
Nero’s eyes are wide open, he sees it all. The only thing he is not seeing straight on is Gemma. But you know what they say, “Love is blind,” or at least cross eyed.
Clay has got to find Frankie before Jax does or this will all come to a screeching halt at the truth, which will get Clay killed faster than lightning.
Tara is one damn good criminal, always thinking ahead. She is smart enough to immediately figure out the connection from her to Jax that is now open in a paper trail of insurance. There is only a matter of time before they connect Otto to her. Smartest thing to do would be to get as far away from that mess and hope it blows by. What does she do? In the face of getting caught and more trouble, she is volunteering to do more. Tara is the MVP.
Frankie is dead no matter what the vote is. He screwed over too many people. Someone will want to kill him for what he did against the club. Someone who loves the club enough to kill for. Tough call and hard to believe, a wayward member that killed everything he believed in. Sometimes people leave, and most disappear into obscurity, very few turn on the club and try to hurt us. Very, very few.
You see Clay squirming when Jax presses to find the truth before killing Frankie? That’s because he knows it’s only a matter of time before the truth comes out.
Finding out there is a rat at the table is huge and is something that has to be figured out right away. It isn’t unheard of, especially in the clubs that only take a minute to get in. When it takes years, anywhere from two to five to ten to get your patch, like it does in the club I am in, we weed out the bad apples that don’t belong. That’s not taking into account someone changing the way they feel in their heart, or having their heart broken and getting a bad taste in their mouth for the club. That has happened, but a man of honor would never do that. A man of honor knows what he signs up for, figures it out over a period of years, and makes a decision and sticks by it.
Juice doesn’t believe a word Clay says and why should he? Clay lies are getting sloppier and sloppier. That’s what happens when you are desperate.
Nero is a good dad also. Nero has honor, class, he is a good man, and it’s obvious.
Great bar fight, those are always fun. I knew the mobster would give up Frankie as soon as Jax mentioned the cash. To the mobsters it really is all about business. As soon as they thought there was more money than Frankie said there was, there had to be an investigation. Honor has nothing to do with it, only business.
Tara is persistent that’s for sure. She is going through a lot of trouble to save something she wishes Jax would walk away from. That’s what love is, sacrificing life for who or what you love most.
Frankie is insane – that mobster only mentioned the Sons are coming and Frankie killed him. Might have been wiser to wait. Juice could have killed Frankie, he had a clear shot when Frankie came out the back of the cabin, but I think Juice is done killing all together. Juice doesn’t want to hear the truth about Clay cause the truth hurts. Juice already knew Clay was dirty by his own admission, so he shouldn’t be surprised. Juice has got his own problems anyway; he knows he is living on borrowed time.
That mobster acted just like you are supposed to when you see your friend shot to pieces, kill the guy who shot him, no questions asked. That’s what real friends do.
Nero has a code he lives by. Even after everything Carla did, he went to the lengths to see her last wishes through. That’s honor.
The noose is tightening around Clay’s neck, and everyone knows it. He should be thinking about an escape plan, cause when the shit hits the fan, he’s gonna get messed up.
It’s a long time coming, in my house we won’t mind one bit if that rat Juice gets got also, the sooner the better. We don’t really care who goes first, Clay or Juice, as long as they both go. Here we love the club, and those two don’t, they gotta go. Jax knows they are both worthless, so do we.
The mobster was pretty fair with Jax. Just cover the damage and he calls it even, that’s fair.
Tara is the Most Valuable Player this season as far as my house is concerned. We all love her, the brothers, the old ladies, all of us. Her strength, fortitude, beauty, her resolve, she would make a perfect member, except she is a woman. She could teach some of these other members how to act though. She puts in more work than the members, and gets away with it more often.
Otto is a mess, but that’s what years on the row will do to man. You get institutionalized. It’s always a fight for sure, but after you lose all hope, and all you want is to die, the only thing left is revenge, which most don’t ever get to do. Otto has a chance to reach out beyond the walls and bring the whole thing down. He needs to make sure that’s how he wants to be remembered. That’s a pretty shitty legacy.
Nobody trusts anyone anymore, and that’s a bad way to live. Even Jax and Tara look at each other strange every once in a while.
Bobby was talking some real shit when he told Clay he is tired of burning friends, he means Clay. Bobby is always the voice of reason. Clay is not as smart as he thinks he is. His conscience is clear that’s for sure, I don’t think he has one.
Gemma needs guarantees because she doesn’t trust anyone or anything. Jax is heartbroken watching his world crumble all around him. The table has really turned, the Son is now the Father, The President, and he is calling the shots.
Nero is once again cool, calm and patient. Gemma is once again cool, calm and lying.
Roosevelt is desperate. He wants the killer of his wife and can you blame him? No, you cannot.
Jax figured out who the rat is pretty easily. We always have a choice. The choices we make are what define us on this earth as human beings. You make your choice and you stick by your decision. Gemma’s choice is clear.
So is Jax’s. The rat’s gotta go.